What if they thought we didn’t care If they gave in to deep despair And one day they just were not there…
Category: Poem
Protester
Their profits still boom while prophets of doom are labelled as merely misguided. Big Oil wants us cross; they don’t give a toss – we’re easier led when divided.
What a choice!
Who cares if both the choices stink? Who cares what other people think?
All the same
What can’t be fixed with push and shove we’ll mend, instead, with endless love.
Cheering, not jeering
If yours is an exclusive clique, which denigrates the poor or weak, You've named it wrong
